I have been a weather nerd most of my life but can't recall hearing tell of the meteorological circumstance I experienced tonight. Right before I started my run of the Park Hill Loop, at about a quarter 'til nine, weather.com reported it was 89 degrees with heat index of, no shit, 106. Has anyone other than tonight's inhabitants of Levy witnessed a 17-degree difference between the temperature and the "feels like" figure? How many people can say they've seen the moon and a heat index of 106 at the same time? Jiminy Cricket, make room Chris (just for the hell of it, I checked and it was 59 degrees in Port Fucking Hawkesbury).
On top of running in a city-size bowl of very salty asphalt soup, my blood sugar went haywire. It's a good thing I planned to go 10 miles and thus had enough Gu to remember where I was and who I am. I walked two minutes during each of the first three miles, three minutes through the fourth, and I'm not sure how many on the fifth, to finish in 56:40, with splits of 10:56, 11:55, 11:15, 11:36, and 10:58.
I walked jogged the Maple Street Loop in 24:35 this morning, and walked the Levy Loop at about noon yesterday.
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